Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 888: Chapter 728

Meng Qianqian suddenly turned around, her tears scattering in the air like broken pearls.

Each one, crystal clear.

Her eyes were filled with helplessness and confusion, shock and disbelief.

Her vision was already blurred.

All she could see was a commanding figure.

He walked towards her slowly, ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...

He gradually approached.

The clouds finally couldn’t bear the weight, tearing open a narrow gap, rain falling in a continuous sprinkle, making her already blurry vision even harder to see clearly.

She tried to open her eyes wide, watching him come right before her, watching him slowly squat down, reaching out as if he wanted to gently touch her face.

A lump rose in her throat, making her choke on her words: "Father... is that you..."

The hand paused.

She sobbed uncontrollably, pressing her rain-soaked, cold cheek against his palm.

"Father... Little Nine misses you so much..."

"I’m sorry... Little Nine came too late... let you be imprisoned for so many years..."

"Little Nine should have come to rescue you earlier..."

"Little Nine..."

Blood rushed to her head, her breath stopped, she could no longer support herself, and as her vision went black, she collapsed.

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Meng Qianqian awakened amidst a cacophony of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, opening her eyes to find herself lying inside a bamboo house, on a bed laid with thick bedding.

She remembered seeing her father in the heavy rain, and then she lost consciousness, to awaken only now.

The rain had stopped, yet the air did not carry the freshness of the earth after rain.

Here, it hadn’t rained for at least three days.

So, had she been unconscious for too long, or was she no longer in the West City?

Creak—

The door of the bamboo house was pushed open, and a maid entered, carrying a bowl of medicinal soup.

Seeing that Meng Qianqian was awake, she said nothing more, just placed the soup on the table, and then retreated.

Meng Qianqian sat up, sniffed the soup, and glanced at the pastries on the side.

She first ate two pieces of pastry to fill her stomach, then drank the medicinal soup, sip by sip.

After that, she looked down at her own clothes.

They were no longer what she wore before she fainted.

However, she did not panic.

She set the empty bowl down.

At this moment, another person entered the bamboo house.

He was a noble gentleman, as gentle as jade, dressed in a sky-blue long robe, holding a green flute, with a cinnabar mole on his forehead, his temperament was ethereal and stunning.

"Young lady, you’re awake."

He spoke warmly, "Your clothes were changed by my maid."

Meng Qianqian said, "Thank you, sir."

The man said, "It was just a small effort, but young lady, you are pregnant. Why did you faint at the edge of a cliff? Could it be that you encountered an insurmountable difficulty, and couldn’t think things through for a moment?"

As he mentioned this, he apologized with a smile, "I didn’t mean to pry into your private matters, just that I don’t want you to do anything foolish again."

Meng Qianqian said, "Sir is very considerate and even prepared fetus-preserving medicine for me. I have no way to repay you."

The man shook his head with a smile, "As I said, it was a small effort. I just happened to pass by, and if I had ignored it, my conscience wouldn’t be at ease. If you truly wish to thank me, then cherish your life well."

Meng Qianqian looked at him, "Sir speaks reasonably."

The man said, "Ah, that’s right, I don’t know where your home is?"

Meng Qianqian said, "Loulan."

The man was surprised, "You’re from Loulan?"

Meng Qianqian calmly said, "Yes, my mother is from Loulan, so I should be too."

The man laughed, "What a coincidence, so am I."

Meng Qianqian stared at him intently, "Is it really a coincidence, or did you do it on purpose?"

Man: "Young lady, I don’t understand what you mean—"

Meng Qianqian enunciated his name, "Shan, Cheng."